She was in her early 40’s a diehard figure and most probably 36C boobs. We came to know each other through a small incident. We started to regularly...meet in the morning as our running schedule was same. After some days we exchanged our phone numbers and started to have a chat which slowly drifted towards the topic of sex.After which I came to know that she is 42 years old with a well-maintained figure of 36-30-34 and she is a sadist and her husband doesn’t like this nature of her so they. I explored her mouth, her even teeth, all the sensory detail of her tongue, before turning my head and filling my lungs once again at the scent fountain at her neck. I nuzzled at her ears, and she giggled. Ticklish there, I filed the information and at last allowed myself to taste her tits. Her nipples were studs against broad and dark fields of areolae. I nibbled with my lips, flicked with my tongue, suckled like a hungry child, and allowed my fingertips to roam, registering how she moved as I. I knew from watching television that it was a ‘chopper’. It looked like a rolling sculpture. bright orange, yellow, and gleaming chrome. It also looked very expensive. ‘Nice, isn’t it’ he said, with a grin. ‘It’s beautiful. You know, I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle.’ ‘Really? I’ll see if I can find someone to give you a ride.’ I shuddered. ‘No, no, I’m afraid I’d be too scared to be a good passenger.’ ‘We’ll see’ He said cryptically, ushering me inside. Much to my surprise, the hostess. He had slowed his wanking to a very slow speed. Jane sensed it too.“Don’t cum yet Peter, there’s a good boy” He stopped wanking completely.“Stand up and let me see that cock” She hadn’t yet touched it, but I could tell she really wanted to.“Come close” He moved up between her thighs. I think they were touching but couldn’t quite see. I glanced over at the closet and the door was slightly more open, but still very dark and in any case Peter’s eyes were glued to my wife. She reached out and.